I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine my confession to the world is on a wall in a bathroom
of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics
the good comes the bad The bad comes the good But I'm a live my life like I should (like I should) Now all the critics wanna hit it And shit can'
' up the world today With the good comes the bad The bad comes the good But I'm a live my life like I should (like I should) Now all the critics wanna
(feat. Aaron Lewis from Staind) Gimme some guitars punk Sweet Leth Limp Bizkit in the house What fucken' house? Seattle baby Terry Date, Limp Bizkit
'Gimme some guitars punk, that's better Sweet Leaf Limp Bizkit in the house What fucken' house? Seattle baby Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind Bring the
he showed prose in his time compose lies his rib cage hungry not just for my mic blocked every blow with his face and now he spits with a limp and thinks
thumbs But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums While Dave the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp
hoes No rogaine and the propane flows The chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics
' up the world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'ma live my life like I should (Like I should) Now all the critics wanna
wont do for the chips And this be speaking from my heart, so I ain't using my lips Like a ventriloquist, and as I stand killing this While this rain, critics
straight You ride the best cars, eat good, and drink fat You can't do this shit without me don't you ever think that Recognize my bald head and my gangsta limp
! Back in the day, we used to respect y'all, niggas We used to be down with y'all, niggas All you have for the West Coast is criticism and disrespect
of hoes No rogaine in the propane flows Chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics
All the little girls fillin' up da world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'm a live my life like i should Now da critics
You get so proud because you're humble You cut off truth from what is true You'll blame your problems on anything Except you You don't take criticism
